"So, be my partner?"
L smiled at me. "Could you see me working with anyone else?"
I grinned inwardly. Over the past three months, L and I had become best friends. We did everything together. We didn't need anyone else. What one forgot, the other remembered. What I didn't know, he did. And he always had sweets, which he shared with me. We completed each other. Of course, he didn't know how my pulse quickened when he smiled at me like that, what flashed through my mind when he touched me in that delicate way of his, as though he was scared I would break. . .
"What about Becky? She seemed pretty keen to work with you." I made a mental note to kill Becky ASAP.
"Seriously? She's fickle, and anyway, she can't draw like you."
Another good point. L and I always got excellent marks for our projects. He wrote, I drew. That was the arrangement, and we were happy with it. It got us good grades.
"Oooh, Mr. Critical. Partners?"
"Partners."
"So, shall we meet at your house?"
"My house? We do our projects in the library."
"More space at yours, and less distractions."
This was bad. My parents were out tonight, and being with L, alone, would be the biggest distraction ever. But I had to stay calm.
"True. Tonight?" What was I saying?
"Tonight. About half five?"
"Sure." Shush brain, shush!
He smiled at me, that special, teasing smile that gave me chills.
"It's a date. See you then." And he walked off to his next lesson.
I stood there, dumbfounded. What had I done?
What had I done?